Why Do Mums Enjoy Hurting Dads with Their Children?

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my children. They’re my world and I love and cherish every moment I have with them, even more since my health anxiety battle which took me to a dark world of endless panic, worry and genuine fear of death and leaving them.

This is something the mother of my children knows very well, and any mother knows, and I think that’s why they use them as weapons sometimes. But it’s just so fundamentally wrong, isn’t it?

I never thought I’d experience this myself. And I hadn’t. Until yesterday.

Poppy’s 4th Birthday

It was Poppy’s 4th birthday yesterday and I had planned with her mother to go and spend the day there to see her open up her presents, sing happy birthday, etc. Just have a nice day.

That’s what we did at Christmas. And it was perfect. I felt more involved and was happy not to miss any part of a time of year I hold so close to my heart. Christmas is all about family, happiness, positivity and exchanging gifts. I love it. I really love that.

But yesterday, for a reason I do not understand, I woke up to find that I had missed out.

Poppy’s mum chose not to communicate with me and when I woke up and told her I’d be around soon and asked if Poppy had opened her presents yet, she said yes. At 8AM. I was so gutted.

Now I realise I am not entitled to that access and being there for that anyway, giving that Poppy’s mum and I split up and live apart, and I wouldn’t be upset about it had she not arranged it with me and allowed me to get excited about it. And then cruelly take it away from me like that.

Did she see that tweet and think “oh I know, let me remind him who has the power, remind him where his children belong”? I just don’t get it. At least tell me what your issue is, right?

I was really excited. I feel like she did it on purpose to hurt me, and it worked. I was absolutely gutted yesterday. I thought I was going to have a full day of memories from Poppy’s big 4th birthday, and instead I ended up with a couple of hours for no good reason at all.

Poppy’s mum and I have been through a lot together. I had a lot of respect for her, heck I even got her a bath bomb set and some chocolates on Poppy’s birthday so she’d have gifts with Poppy and Marty. To make a day of it. She didn’t even say thank you for those. I don’t know what her issue is with me, but I wish she wouldn’t hurt me with my children as a result. It’s more than evil.

Not even an apology. Total disregard for my feelings. No respect at all.

Anyway, I don’t like being negative and whinging on the internet, but I guess my blog can’t be filled with all good, can it? I feel better having gotten it off my chest. That’s why blogs rock.